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“Oh, Sasha.” He sharply exhales, gently rubbing the stinging skin of my behind, attempting to ease the sting. “Having you so eager for more has made me more eager to give it to you.”
Whish.
I tense up, crying out to him.
“Fuck,” he growls, wrapping his arms around me, breathing in my hair. “You are something else, Sasha.”
Gasping for air, I begin to come down from my high.
“What do you want?”
Once again, my body betrays my mind. “You,” I reply with certainty.
With that, he presses the tip of his cock against my slick entrance. Unable to move my legs due to the restraint, I push back against him. He pulls away, breaking our skin to skin contact. I cry out in desperation, needing to have him.
Tofeelhim.
“Now, now, pet.” He runs his fingers through my hair, tugging tight on the strands.
Suddenly, he enters me. Moaning with urgency, he fills me completely. Buried inside my tightness. My walls clench hard around him, holding him hostage. He pushes into me over and over, and pleasure ignites within me; mind, body, and soul. Writhing against his waist, my climax is already building.
Thrust after thrust, he hammers into me. With each grunt and sharp breath, there’s the loud sound of our skin smacking. It only seems to make me feel more. He’s merciless, forceful, fucking me straight into oblivion just like I had asked for.
My orgasm approaches steadily as his movements become stronger, deeper, his fingertips digging into my hips.
Finding myself unable to control myself, I’m on the brink of the edge. Without any warning, he removes himself.
Disappointment floods through me as I hear his final groans, taunting me as he finds his release. I’m left with nothing, other than pure sexual frustration, my orgasm pleading to be fulfilled.
Although, this was exactly his intention.
This was my punishment.
“Tell me what you’re feeling, Sasha,” Jaxon commands, removing my blindfold.
Staring frantically into his eyes, I become numb. “Disappointment,” I softly say. “Frustration.”
“Well, I’m glad you now understand how I felt this morning.” He smugly grins, only for a moment, trying his best to get a reaction out of me. I’m left glaring at him, an inconceivable feeling of anger beaming through me.
Finally, instead of screaming at him, I decide to lower my head.
Submissively.
“I’m sorry, Master.”
His eyes turn cold, shielded. It’s clear he was not expecting this response. My heart drops into the pit of my stomach the moment he blindfolds me once more.
There’re soft footsteps, and then the sound of the door slamming.
I feel empty, as my wrists are cuffed to the frame of the bed, my ankles are shackled to the restraint, and the blindfold covers my eyes.
A part of me wonders how long he’s going to leave me here, how long he’s going to be gone. Would he leave me here for an hour? Would he leave me here until morning? Would Mr. Edwards do something like that to me?
Yes, he would, because I’m his pet.
That’s all I’ll ever be to him.
Time slowly passes, and finally, the door opens. It’s only seconds before I feel him unfastening the straps around my ankles, and then he undoes the cuffs around my wrists. He removes the blindfold, and turns me around to face him.
